Showing posts with label bikes. Show all posts
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September 04, 2016

Fathers Day- Napier

Real-time

An added bonus of being back in Napier was that we could share Fathers Day with Dad, and treat Mum & Dad out to lunch at a very popular restaurant on the outskirts of Taradale- the Puketapu Hotel. Or as we've always called it, the Puketap' pub. The Puketapu Hotel is a member of the NZ Classic Pubs and a winner of the 2011 Hawkes Bay Hospo Awards which is one of the reasons it's so popular.

Puketapu was once a major crossroads and staging post, where stage and mail coaches, horse and bullock trains met up before branching off on their journeys to Taihape, Rissington, Puketitiri, Taupo, Wairoa and Gisborne.


Puketapu is also a very familiar area to us. When we were young, Mum and us kids spent nearly every weekend over summer at a swimming hole in the Tutaekuri River just up the road. As teenagers we'd also drive our friends out to the swimming hole for the day. Back then the pub was a typical rough and ready country pub. We only had eyes on the country store, it's where we'd fill up on supplies of iceblocks, chippies and fizzy drink- if we had enough pocket money.


Another reason the pub and restaurant are so popular is that Puketapu is at the top of one of the equally popular Hawkes Bay Cycle Trails, the Puketapu Loop, and is a good stopping point for lunch and/or refreshments. The trail starts in Napier (33kms return) but can be ridden from Taradale (18km return) up one side of the river and back down the other. 

Every weekend there is a continuous stream of lycra clad cyclists passing through or stopping for a breather, along with family groups and on this Sunday, a group of enthusiastic Art Deco period costume cyclists who arrived in dribs and drabs depending on their pedal power and lung capacity.


Although the guy on the penny farthing arrived with the first group and quickly disappeared into the garden bar for refreshments!


I'd booked a table earlier in the week, which was just as well as both the restaurant and bar were fully booked. The Garden Bar was also very busy as they have a 'Sunday Session' with live music two weekends a month.


We had a very enjoyable afternoon and we'd all thoroughly recommend the restaurant. There was a special Fathers Day menu but many of the dishes appear on their regular menu also. We all had the King Prawn & Shrimp Cocktail topped with Rose Marie Sauce. It was so delicious I forgot to take a photo! The prawns were chargrilled and warm and placed on top of the shrimps which made for an interesting combination and something a little different from the usual cold prawn cocktail.


Mum and I had the Pork Belly, David had Marinated Lamb Rump and Dad had the Lemon Parmesan Crumbed Beef Schnitzel and everyone was pleased with their choice.


The Puketapu is also a meeting place for Sunday run bikers...


...and their passengers, although it looks like this guy lost his! 


We had a wander past, admiring the line up of bikes... 


...and checking out the Model A truck across the road before heading for home, fully replete and ready for a Nana nap! 


And just a small note to mark a milestone- this is my 600th blog post. That's a bloody lot of typing and photo taking!



November 09, 2014

Lake Rotoiti- Out & About

We’ve had a great 10 days so far at the Lakes, after four nights at West Bay (attending the rally) we shifted over to Kerr Bay. This DOC campground is a little dis-jointed with three separate sections for camping; two with power and one large area with no power. The amenities are all at the beginning of the road and on both sides of it. We decided on a power site and tucked ourselves in at the top of the section where bushes seperate us from the un-powered area. Most nights there's only been half a dozen campers spread about but over the weekend- & after an excellent weather forecast- all the powered sites were taken and most of the unpowered area was taken up with caravans, tents & boats.


During the week it felt like we were back to winter, on Tuesday & Friday we woke to a heavy frost and snow on the mountains. I was up early to catch the sunrises which was just as well as the snow had gone by lunchtime after it had warmed up.

Tuesday, November 4th- Snow on Mt Robert
Friday, November 7th- Sunrise
No one arriving during the afternoon believed me when I said it had snowed the night before and there was snow on the mountains. And who could blame them when this was the view that greeted them. This one, with the water taxi tied up, was taken Tuesday afternoon, the same day as the first snow photo above.


The forest of red, silver & mountain beech alongside Lake Rotoiti  is a 5000ha ‘mainland island’ where there are intense predator control programmes to try and keep on top of the devastating effect predators have on our native bird populations. And the results speak for themselves.

The bird life in the park and especially around the camp ground is amazing, the dawn chorus is deafening and while I leave the window open so I can hear it I'm not so sure it's such a good idea as the noise wakes me up just before 5am every morning. Bell birds are the main contributors, along with tui, warblers & kingfisher and early in the piece I can also hear morepork (ruru – native owl) calling good night before they retire. There are quite a number of kiwi in the bush and I’ve been hoping we might hear them calling in the night but so far, no luck.

The late starters and the nosiest of all are the kaka (large endemic forest parrot) who start squawking around 6am. Kaka have only recently been reintroduced into the Nelson Lakes National Park and they are thriving, and breeding, due to the intensive pest control that is being carried out throughout the park.


It was hard to count the kaka due to their antics but I think there are about 10-12 in the particular flock that hang out every morning and evening in the tall trees near the campground. They spend the whole time, 1-2 hours, bouncing from tree top to tree top, launching themselves out of the high reaches chasing others, hanging upside down, doing aerial acrobatics and screeching at the top of their lungs at each other. In between their high jinks, they also strip the bark off the trunks with those sharp bills.


They tend to spend all their time at the far reach of my lens so these photos are borderline but at least you can see the beautiful colour under their wings. South Island kaka seem to have more colour than their North Island counterparts.


The native fushia trees (kotukutuku) are flowering at the moment, tiny little flowers with blue pollen, hence the reason a lot of the bellbirds (koromiko) flying about have blue faces and bills.


We've done a couple of walks around the lake, including the Peninsula Walk which took us back around to West Bay. At the entrance to all the walkways & tracks at the moment are signs to let walkers know about the 1080 poison drop that will be happening very soon. The first drop by helicopters will be a placebo, so the rodents will be tricked into thinking the bait is ok to eat, the next drop will include the poison. Rats are very clever, they use younger males to test any new food source before they will eat it.

1080 is a contentious subject, there is and always will be fierce debate about 1080 poison and the harm it might do. While everyone is entitled to their opinion, David & I are of the thinking that at the moment there isn't a better option. We've listened to the debates, we've read the facts & figures, we've heard the pros and cons and we have seen & heard the results of predator control; a forest full of birds and birdsong. We also know that the concentrations, both in the pellet & over the area, are nowhere near what they used to be in the bad old days.


As most Kiwis know our native bird populations are under constant attack by introduced predators and this past autumn saw a beech tree ‘masting’, a phenomenon that happens every few years when beech trees, which make up most of our mountain forests, produce an incredible amount of seed. The seed feeds mice & rats which in turn feed stoats(the biggest problem and #1 predator) and then they all breed to suit the increased food supply. Of course once the seed germinates and the food supply dwindles, the increased numbers of rodents & stoats look for other food; the attack on our birds coming from two directions; they compete for food with the birds eating seeds & fruit and also eat the eggs & chicks. Stoat (and rodents) are prolific breeding machines; young stoat actually leave the nest pregnant after males enter and mate with them.

While the poison drop is a one off to cope with the latest increase in predators, there are constantly monitored trapping lines running the length and breadth of our national parks; rat & mice traps along with the bigger stoat & possum traps.


The northern South Island beech forests also support large numbers of native birds with honeydew: the honeydew scale insect provides an energy source for nectar-feeding birds. Right through the forest, beech trees and the ground surrounding them, are coated with a thick black residue from the scale. Tiny hairs (which is in fact the insect’s long anal tube) protrude from the gunk on the trunk & secretes a tiny drop of honeydew which the birds love. Unfortunately so does another pest, the wasp. In the summer the forests can be alive with swarms of wasps feeding on the honeydew. The orange trap, above left, is a wasp ‘trap’, poison is put on the base of the trap and the wasps carry it back to their hives.

I can see why a lot of visitors to the park, especially from overseas, think that there’s been a fire through the forest, the thick black stuff looks like its charred, I think it looks like a larva flow across the ground.


On the way around the Peninsula Walk, David checked nearly every rodent trap; the ‘Friends of Rotoiti’ look after all the traps around the village and shorter lake walks and Wednesday was their day to walk the trap line, reset and document the kills. We walked it on Thursday and there were 3 mice & 1 rat, I also walked another track where I saw two rats in the first trap. I don’t usually bend down to have a look- I’m scared something might jump out at me! But this trap was on an angle & I could see in.

The jetty at West Bay- I couldn't get a clean shot the other day as the rowing regatta was on.


On our way to West Bay we caught sight of a helicopter coming and going from what looked like the same spot as the RNZAF helicopter the other day. We thought they must have started the placebo poison drop early as we watched it carry a container past Mt Robert & up the Sabine River valley, returning a short time later, and with virtually no turn around time, heading back up again. So we walked around to the clearing and sure enough there was tanker and a couple of work vehicles.

But it became very obvious as we approached that it wasn’t dropping baits, the smell was vile! They were emptying the DOC hut longdrop toilets, carting it back in the containers which were then sucked out into the tanker truck. What a shitty job! We high-tailed it out of there as quick as we could.


We took a track that ran along the back of the West Bay DOC campground where we stayed when we first arrived, this camp ground (closed until December) has lovely new amenity buildings dotted right through it.


The track ran down to the Anglers Track which then followed the Buller River downstream. Along the way there were lots of interesting boulders and rocks with different mosses and lichen growing over them. We’ve seen lots of rocks with the red lichen (or algae) about, in some places the whole river bank is covered in red rocks.


We only walked some of the way down the Anglers Track before turning around and retracing our steps all the way back to Kerr Bay. The Buller River is very fast flowing and there weren't any areas that David could throw out his line so we decided to call it a day and try to make it home before the gathering storm clouds opened up. Which they did  before we got there and it wasn't rain but hail that battered us.

No one is allowed to throw a line off the jetties on the lake, although I bet there are a few who would love to. Under each jetty live dozens of huge, long finned eels which are protected. If you stomp on the jetty they come flowing out from underneath or from out of the cracks in the concrete boating ramp beside the jetty. They really are monsters, some are as thick as my arm and over a metre long.


Most visitors wouldn’t even know that they are there unless it’s nightfall when they tend to swim around in the shallows looking for dinner. But if you take them some food down, I had some meat scraps, they come out of the woodwork in their dozens. I’m sure there are a least 100 at the middle jetty; you can see the mandarin duck perched on a rail under the jetty waiting to grab the food I was throwing in for the eels. He was much gamer than the mallards, walking on water as he skittled across the top of them. The eels even push themselves up out of the water looking for food, you can see one thinking my foot was food in the middle shot.

After missing the previous Friday night, David had been looking forward all week to having fish & chips from the tiny shop beside the service station in St Arnaud, it's only open once a week. As so often is the case, the anticipation is so much better than the actual eating; most of my soggy batter was fed to the ducks.


We had our soggy fish & chips with some new friends; Lesley & Carl from Picton. We’d met them at the rally the previous weekend when they parked opposite us in their bus.It was a lovely surprise to come home from a day out on Friday & see a familiar bus parked beside us. Of course they had gone home during the week and returned on Friday so they could compete in a bike race from Kerr Bay to the West Coast on Saturday morning. And don’t worry, those are their mountain bikes, their road bikes are around the front.


A cycle race leaving first thing Saturday morning meant our quiet sleepy little bay was a hive of activity Friday night and Saturday as dozens of cyclists prepared for the race. I walked up the road to catch them coming around the corner, it was a tough climb out of the bay before they turned onto the main road.


But nothing like the climb this guy had to do! There were two penny farthings and they’d already ridden all the way down the Wairau valley from Blenheim the day before, Carl & Lesley had passed them on their way to the lake.


Go Lesley! That’s her in the red & white, she was riding through to Murchison, about 65km, and Carl was completing the relay to Westport. That’s a bloody long way, hope you did well guys! There's also a tandem bike, a mountain bike & a lie-flat bike in this shot.


And one final shot of the middle jetty; the one with hundreds of eels underneath. The guy was playing a flute while he waited for a group of people to return from a walk, such a lovely sound floated across the bay as I approached. I wanted to ask him to turn side on so I could see the flute but I didn’t like to interrupt him.



DOC Kerr Bay Campground, Lake Rotoiti


January 12, 2014

Tent City

Central City Camping Park here in Invercargill, is a very popular camp ground especially with cycling tourists & in particular German cycling tourists. Every day brings a new wave of  people watching & entertainment for us as some depart & others arrive to find a spot to put up their tent. Our van is right beside the tent area and when there's too many for one side the overflow moves to our other side in the spot that we had when we first arrived.


We have felt very sorry for some of the tents & their occupants especially when the weather has been lousy, which has been more often than not for the last three weeks. The rain has been torrential some nights and the wind horizontal but still they arrive some looking like drowned rats. I guess they have no other options when they're working to an itinerary. It certainly isn't my idea of fun, lying on a very thin foam mattress inside a very small tent where you have to bend double to move about or in fact in some, only able to crawl. And then having to contend with the constant rain & wind and the occasional single digit overnight temperature. If it was me I'd blow the budget & stop in one of the cabins overnight.
 
The late afternoon sunshine dries out tents & people
The couple below decided to have a lay in while their fly-tent (the outer case) dried out, the two guys in the green tent at the back were here for quite a few days, one of them had very bad toothache and had to wait for a dentist to open after the holiday break. There could be nothing worse than being ill, living in a tent through a wet & miserable few days. They had their fly tent stretched to it's maximum to keep the rain out.
 
"Please- no naughty business outside our front door!"
Along with young couples, groups of two or three young guys & a few older couples on cycles there have been a few single middle aged men on motorbikes & in cars holidaying in tents too, these two enjoyed a few drinks on the table near our window.


The couple in the yellow & grey tent above had a few problems with the airbed their first night. It was unceremoniously hauled out of the tent in the morning and dumped in the rubbish. Later that day they arrived back to camp with a large box & a new air bed which was pumped up by foot pump outside the tent.....wrong move, they couldn't then fit it through the tent flap, it was so large. Some air was let out and it was squashed inside and re-pumped up again. This time it took up all the floor space & more, the lower sides of the tent disappeared underneath the mattress and it looked like an overblown odd shaped balloon when they picked up the whole thing to position it. Still, going by the squeals of delight emanating from the tent that night they were obviously pleased with their purchase!

Two French couples arrived in this car with so much gear which they then proceeded to spread far & wide while they discussed where they were going to set up camp. This spot looks great but it's right underneath the trees and when it rains the drops are huge! I think they were in for a sleepless night.

 
And rather than spread more of their gear out in the kitchen & dinning area they decided to take over the one table which they shifted close to their tents & our slide out. I don't think they quite realised how much we can see through our dark tinted windows.
 
 
This young German couple, and by young they looked in their late teens although I'm sure they were not, it's just us getting older, set up their tent and then knocked on our door to see if David had any tools. They had a broken fan belt, I wondered why I had earlier seen him carting engine facia and surrounds into their tent. They had actually slid off the road and hit a bank earlier in the day. Once again (Mt Maunganui was another time) David was able to help out with repairs, we've also had people asking for help with tent pegs, change for the laundry and we offered storage for hiking packs underneath our van when the rain has been torrential.


I felt the sorriest for this couple, they had the smallest tent of any I've seen. Virtually an oversized sleeping bag with strings attached. And they were here when the rain was at it's hardest and for a few days. They had no fly tent so their single layer was a sodden mess, they had a bit of plastic at one stage but that kept getting blown off & then they purchased a tarpaulin which stayed on a little longer but wasn't ideal. While they were away during the day, David kept having to weight it down with blocks of wood to keep it in place.

This is how you emerge from a tent without getting your socks wet......



And then you sit on a plastic bag to keep from getting your bum wet while you text home...."get me out of this God forsaken wet & miserable place!" This is the couple who had their packs under our van (they were on foot), initially they had them in the tent & then found out there was no room for themselves!


The sun was shining on this morning (but not for long) when these two couples loaded up their two tents, bedding, groceries, two large suitcases and themselves into this tiny wee shopping basket of a car and drove off. I wonder if they realised how winding & steep some of the roads are in NZ when they bought the car, probably sight unseen, from some unscrupulous person who just might have said "Sure, no problems, it goes like a dream" (around town). I bet they had to double their driving time after a day or two.


So as you can see we've had our fair share of entertainment while we've been sitting out the bad weather, plenty to keep us amused as we watch the daily highs & lows of camp life. Then there are the camp regulars but that's a whole nother story......